#De Kafka a Kafka

[aschenblumen]

Está claro que en mí el poder hablar está vinculado también a mi falta de ser. Me nombro, es como si entonara mi canto fúnebre; me separo de mí mismo. Ya no soy mi presencia ni mi realidad, sino una presencia objetiva, impersonal, la de mi nombre, que me rebasa y cuya inmovilidad petrificada hace para mí exactamente las veces de una lápida sepulcral que pesa sobre el vacío. Cuando hablo, niego la existencia de lo que digo, pero niego también la existencia de quien lo dice: si bien revela al ser en su existencia, mi palabra afirma, de esa revelación, que se hace a partir de la inexistencia de quien la hace, de su facultad de alejarse de sí mismo, de ser distinto de su ser.

—Maurice Blanchot, «La literatura y el derecho a la muerte» en De Kafka a Kafka. Traducción de Jorge Ferreiro.

[seguen-sd]

Typewrite Franz Kafka.

[redcomunitaria]

#Fraselibros.

[dogearedheart]

Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

[poem by veniennes || pilot, supernatural || unkown || in my time of dying, supernatural || obit, victoria chang || ivan the terrible and his son ivan on friday, november 16, 1581, nikolai semjonowitsch schustow || saturn devouring his son, peter paul rubens || on the head of a pin, supernatural || saint anthony's church, eduardo corral || all hell breaks loose, supernatural || erou, maya phillips || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || saturn devouring his son, francisco de goya || the sacrifice of isaac, jacob jordaens || delano johnson || brothers, gang of youths || how do we forgive our fathers?, dick lourie || someday I'll love, ocean vuogn]

[sinligh]

It’s early summer,

the hopeless romantic in me found her way to the surface when the heat melted couple of my overprotective layers.

so here i am, allowing her a moment of spotlight and myself some vulnerability.

it’s past midnight, I’m sitting in floor of my kitchen eating fruits with a knife

wondering, if it’s really safe to romanticize life?

I indulge myself anyway, and think about how fruits can be considered a love language if you’re starved enough to taste love that’s throughly stained with muted apologies. 

I trust, that when the sun rises tomorrow all my attempts to romanticize life will sublimate and create a thick fog of melancholy that I’ll have no other option but to get lost into.

even so, tonight I’m tired enough to let it be and so i write this, my own report of pathology

officially it’s untitled, but I’m thinking: the pathology of love.

i start by resecting pieces of all the habits that i define my existence based on along with some of the heartache that i held onto for too long

deep down, i know some of it belongs to my mother

At least its mature flavor says so, that, balanced with the sweet essence of an overly ripe fruit that never belonged

Young and brash and an acquired taste.

it’s a poorly fixed microscopic tissue, preserved in a high percentage of feminine rage

Low expectations stained with love and paranoia alike and the question that asks itself:

is it benign or malignant?

is it infiltrating my soul, taking away from my potential to grow ?

It stays unanswered, an unforced error

because i always carry those little versions of me that vary in the percentage of their belief in my own bone marrow

a core biopsy will always show that i still believe.

•••

•Quotes: Anaïs Nin/ Sylvia Plath/ Virgina Woolf/ Franz Kafka/Marcel Proust/ Simone de Beauvoir/Anne Carson/ Andrea Gibson/Anaïs Nin

•Original context:

•Art reference:

1. British School - Head of a girl, c. 1850. 2. Painting ( details) by Richard E. Miller. 3. Paintings by Jen Mazza. 4. Neil Carroll Original Oil Painting Realism Impressionism. 5. The Gross Clinic (details), by Thomas Eakins 6. Wounds of the Earth by xis.lanyx. 7.painting by Herbert James Draper.

[white-fang-22]

"Hay momentos en los que estoy convencido de que no soy apto para ninguna relación humana..."

----Franz Kafka

[nenelonomh]

creative routines

many famous creatives have unique routines that help them stay productive and inspired. here are a few examples:

maya angelou: she would rent a hotel room to write, free from distractions. she worked from early morning until about 2 p.m., then spent the rest of the day relaxing and reviewing her work. (i love the sound of this routine).

ludwig van beethoven: he started his day with a precise coffee routine, counting exactly 60 beans per cup. he composed music in the morning and took long walks in the afternoon.

charles dickens: he wrote from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. every day, followed by a long walk through london, which he found essential for his creativity.

honoré de balzac: he had an intense routine, writing from 1 a.m. to 8 a.m., taking a nap, and then continuing to write until 4 p.m., fueled by up to 50 cups of coffee a day.

franz kafka: he worked a day job and wrote at night, often staying up until 3 a.m. his insomnia and vivid dreams influenced his writing style.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Famous Writers' Sleep Habits & Literary Productivity

The wakeup times of famous authors for whom the data was available, based on various interviews and biographies, are correlated with the authors' literary productivity as measured by number of works published and major awards received. Since the length of a writing career influences the volume of literary output and the historical time frame of an author's life determines the awards he/she could have received, each lifespan of each writer is also indicated for context.

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[metamorphesque]

Kafka's archive of longings

(excerpts from "Letters to Milena", artwork by Katrien De Blauwer)

buy me a coffee

[siyah-kugu19]

"Hayatta o kadar az mutluluk yaşadım ki, her kayıp bana ağır geliyor..."

Savaş ve Barış ~ Tolstoy

[evignonita]

dick and cock warning

Nervous doodle of the day yayyy. Nervous Samsa

nervous samsa because he loooooooves cockroaches sooo muchhh (heheh cock and balls hehe so funny hehe)

[nightfal1n]

Surprise, I like manga!reno's messy hair (and sharper eyes) more than I anticipated (feat.Kafka, Iharu, and 9)

[qixingicons]

[yorgunherakles]

...asla hissettiğimin hissetmem gerektiği olduğunu hissedemiyorum. ne demek istediğimi anlıyorsun, değil mi?

john fowles - günce

[ezrealsicons]

nada que é do pobre funciona feat. hibino kafka (doada)

n: eu tenho uma relação muito especial com esse meme, pq ele é um dos que definem minha vida kkk

[shysheeperz]